Back Home.
Finally home! Nicole’s operation went well, and I could fetch her at 03:00. Unlike planned, I could not get any sleep, so we first stopped for a sleep at her parents before continuing for Trois-Rivières.
Driving back was liberating. For the first time in a week, that highway I had seen so often looked completely different. No pressure. I set my cruise-control to the exact speed limit. Almost all cars would speed me by. Despite the authorities’ declaration of the year of road safety, over 80% of highway drivers are still driving faster than the speed limit.
We had finally time to talk things through. Discuss our priorities. Make plans for the future again. Once at home, it was time to take care of Nicole properly.
I went grocery shopping to prepare her a good dinner. To pamper her after the curettage I stopped at Lush on my way home. It was my first time ever in the shop, and the sales lady was trying to be nice. Of course she could not know what we’ve just been through.
Her first suggestion was a full kit that starts with a bath… stop! Can’t take a bath after surgical intervention. “I was thinking more of something for a massage”, I told her.
The next suggestion was at the display of parfumed massage bars. They have edible ones, very sexy… stop again! “I’ll have to share with you the situation we’re in: we just had a miscarriage, I want to pamper her, not to sex her”.
Now the sales woman knew what we needed, and I got a couple of excellent, relaxing massage bars. But she kept trying to sell me shaving foam, for both my beard and my scalp which have both grown to same length since the beginning of the week.